I Was a Vampire Already

In the back of my head I had an idea for this drawing.  It was going to be something along the lines of  'The Seductiveness of Vampires'.  Other than all the sexy attractive ideas about them I didn't know what I was going to do.  But it turned into this.  It's one of those learning drawings where I learned a lot about myself.

I could easily make a lot of ugly art that no one would want to buy.  This is pastel on paper.
Also, I forgot how much I love pastel.  It's such a pain in the ass though, and I'm so lazy.

Where to Start?

There is never a simple story.  What one thing led to another that caused X to happen? ... No, I take that back. There are simple stories -- they just aren't worth repeating.  Maybe I can put down enough of all the fragments of memories swimming around in my head so the reader might have an idea of what happened.  Or maybe so I can, after all this time, have a better understanding of what happened.  Ultimately, this project isn't for the outside reader, but for Heather and me. Why make it public, then?  It already is public.  The world thinks they know what happened.  But I remember reading complete lies in the newspaper.  Things made up by the reporters, mostly based around sex. Why not just tell the story straight?  First, memory doesn't work that way.  I've spent a lot of time trying not to think of these things that have haunted me. It will be hard to bring them back up -- not just hard to remember but hard, emotionally.  Second, some of the small stories might have just a little bit of Heather or me in them, so you learn who we are.  So we remember who we are. Why not jog my memory by reading the true crime books and watching the TV specials, or going over court transcripts?  I'm scared.  I'm really really scared of my past.  I don't want to confront it or even do this blog.  Maybe after working on this blog for a while I will go back and look up times and dates and names.  Until then here is a jumble of my foggy memory.  It won't come out pretty but it will come out. 

With My Heart on My Sleeve I Appologize

It's true.  I share too much. I wear my heart on my sleeve.  Some people call my art 'honest.'  Maybe it is.  Maybe I just don't have an edit button.

I must apologize.  First, I apologize for my existence.  It's true that I didn't do the things that caused two lovely people, Ruth and Rick Wendorf , to lose their lives in such a horrible way.  It is also true that if I had not been in certain places at certain times they would be alive now, 18 years later. My apology to them for whatever part I played in ending their lives prematurely is the greatest.  I extend that apology to their family, especially to Heather and her sister.  I must also apologize to my family: the pain I caused, the awkward angst of youth and so much more.  And I apologize to all these people again because going about life, day to day, suppressing these memories isn't good enough any longer. There has been a buzzing in the back of my head for a couple of years now to do this project.  Other then this project being a blog, I do not know what form this will take.  I know it won't unfold pretty like a rose.  It will come out in bits and pieces as I remember.  It won't only be about that major event, but of all the events in my childhood and adolescence.  I also hope it will be much less wordy then this first blog and more about the art.  I'm tired of TV and film companies coming and trying to get me to tell my side of the story to 'help at-risk teenagers.'  They don't respond when I ask them which non-profit organization they'll be donating their profits to.

With Heather's blessing, I'm scheduling this post to publish on November 25th, 2014.  18 years after Heather's mom and dad (It's how I think to call them even now) were murdered.  I am hoping to honor them in this small way.